As the taxi drove off into the distance, Freddy just sat down and sulked. He honestly couldn't believe that he actually did that. The guilt that was building up inside him,was definitely building up inside of him. However, he was determined to not let it get the best of him. What he said was nothing more, but the full honest truth. There was no doubting it. As the taxi continued to go down further and further down the road, Freddy grabbed a small pack of tissues from the seat pocket in front of him, and opened it up. Grabbing a few tissues, he wiped his eyes and blew his nose. He sighed as he pocketed the small tissue to use for later.
"So where are you heading amigo?"a strong mexican accent sounded from the front seat.
Freddy looked up into the rear view mirror, only to discover a small mexican man sitting in the driver's seat. It took Freddy some time to actually try and remember where he had met him before.
"Uhhh..." Freddy began" Do I know you from somewhere?"
"I worked at that clam restaurant, well I used too that is." The mexican man replied
"Oh.." Freddy said confused.
Freddy remained silent for some time, not really in the mood to stir up any kind of conversation. However, the mexican man in the front seat thought differently.
"So where are you heading amigo?"
"Are there any bars open at the time?" Freddy asked
"Sorry senior, most of the bars are closed at the time." The man responded
"Damn." Freddy muttered under his breath
"However!" The man yelled out in glee "There is a small biker cafe about two miles from where I picked you up at. They have the best margaritas ever."
"I guess that sounds good." Freddy said wiping his nose once again "I'll go there then."
"Good choice senior." The man said with a smile
A few minutes passed, and everything was silent. Not a single word was uttered during the duration of the taxi ride. Upon the taxi arriving at the cafe, Freddy paid the man with a twenty dollar bill, and thanked him for his service. The mexican man smiled and waved his hand goodbye as he drove off. Freddy looked up at the small cafe that lay before him. It didn't take long for him to recognize the place. It was the same cafe that Otis, Miles, and the others stole all those bikes to get to Daisy's birth. Man where those good times, it was a shame that she left the barnyard. After finishing his ride down memory lane, he entered into the bar. Inside, was something out of movie. The entire place was filled to the brim with bikers of all shapes and sizes. Some bikers wore heavy amounts of leather, others had tattoos that ran down their arms like water, and others were just in typical jeans and sleeveless t-shirts. Surprising enough, despite the place being filled, nobody took any notice of him. No one even glanced down to look at him. Freddy didn't seem to mind this, if anything he was glad that no one noticed him. He really wasn't in the mood to put up a fight with any of the bikers. Seeing as how they could easily snap him in two with their meaty fist. Freddy walked down the long bar to try and find an empty seat. After some time searching, he found one at the far end of the bar. He climbed up on the seat, and rested his arms on the polished wood surface in front of him.
"What can I get for you today sir?"
The sudden question made Freddy jump slightly. Thankfully he hadn't fallen off of his chair. Freddy looked up at the man in front of him. He was dressed in a stereotypical bartender fashion. Large button up white shirt, black slacks, black belt, and a rag in his hand.
"Uhh..What do got that's strong?" Freddy asked
"Well, not much I can say that for one." The bartender said with a slightly disappointed tone in his voice.
"The manager here really isn't all for strong alcohol, with the drunk driving incidents happening increasing this year that is."
Freddy looked disappointed for a moment, but soon perked up and asked
"Do you have any chocolate drinks?"
"Yes we do actually, our famous Mud Slides are to die for. Not literally, I hope."
"I take one." Freddy said slamming a small stack of bills down on the counter
"Coming right up!" The bartender said collecting the money.
Less than five minutes later, the bartender came back with a big glass. Inside of the glass was a caramel like color substance drizzled with a generous helping of chocolate sauce, a heavy dose of whipped cream, and five cherries decorating the top.
"Wow" Freddy began "That's big!"
"You bet it's big." The Bartender said with a smirk
"Now you enjoy that drink of yours. If you want another, just holler." The bartender said as he made his way over towards another customer.
Freddy carefully grasped the straw, and started sucking the chocolatey mess down his throat. That bartender was right, this was delicious. The drink itself had a bit of a bitter taste to it at first, but the creamy chocolate sauce that was buried inside the cup helped overcome the bitter flavor of the irish cream liquor. Sip after sip, Freddy savored the sweet taste, he was even starting to get a bit of a buzz after finishing it. He liked this buzz.
"Hey bartender, can I get another one over here?" Freddy yelled out.
The Bartender gave a sly grin, and went to make another mudslide for the ferret. Once it arrived, Freddy sucked it up with all the excitement of a child in a candy store. Drink after drink, Freddy continued to gulp down more and more drinks. Soon, he was really buzzed and loving it.